[ Once they’re all situated in the real world again, Christine insists that Santana meet her friends. Santana, in a show of how deeply she cares about Christine, begrudgingly agrees.
For the most part, Santana just thinks these people are weird as hell. However, she’s always had an impeccable sense of who’s got a crush on who, and it doesn’t fail her this time: Rich has got it bad for Chewie. Or Michael. Whatever his name is. And like, whatever, that’s none of her business. But it is fun to stir the pot a little.
She gets the opportunity a few weeks later, when Christine realizes that she’s forgotten something at the store while Santana and Rich are at her place. In what’s probably a misguided display of trust in those two, she leaves for a few minutes, unknowingly also leaving Rich in the hot seat. Santana’s lying on Christine’s couch, scrolling through Twitter, when she lets fly with a deadpan: ]
[It's hard not to care about Christine. Rich has to admit that he's about as charmed by her as Jeremy is in his own platonic way. It's hard not to listen when she babbles on excitedly about her new, super cool and super fun cheerleader friend who doesn't take anything from anyone, and it's even harder to make an excuse not to meet up at her place, even if Rich has PT and counselling to work around.
So he agrees, and he's friendly, even when he swears Santana is watching him more intently than they did the first time they met, raising an eyebrow every time Rich opens his messaging app on his phone. He's relieved at first when she seems to have laid off a bit to get to her own social media, only for her to ask that and for Rich to nearly crack his screen as he fumbles it and drops it onto a couch cushion.]
Who the- jesus, I forgot you guys gave Michael that weird nickname. Thought you were accusing me of being a furry like Heere.
[That doesn't answer the question, though, which Rich realizes with a start.]
But nah, we're just good friends. G-Got to apologize for my bullshit while I was in the hospital, and I think he's pretty cool with hanging around me now. That's all.
in which santana is a better life coach than a brain computer
Date: 2020-08-31 04:24 am (UTC)For the most part, Santana just thinks these people are weird as hell. However, she’s always had an impeccable sense of who’s got a crush on who, and it doesn’t fail her this time: Rich has got it bad for Chewie. Or Michael. Whatever his name is. And like, whatever, that’s none of her business. But it is fun to stir the pot a little.
She gets the opportunity a few weeks later, when Christine realizes that she’s forgotten something at the store while Santana and Rich are at her place. In what’s probably a misguided display of trust in those two, she leaves for a few minutes, unknowingly also leaving Rich in the hot seat. Santana’s lying on Christine’s couch, scrolling through Twitter, when she lets fly with a deadpan: ]
Seems like you’re pretty into Chewie, huh?
it's not like that's really all that hard to manage
Date: 2020-08-31 01:54 pm (UTC)So he agrees, and he's friendly, even when he swears Santana is watching him more intently than they did the first time they met, raising an eyebrow every time Rich opens his messaging app on his phone. He's relieved at first when she seems to have laid off a bit to get to her own social media, only for her to ask that and for Rich to nearly crack his screen as he fumbles it and drops it onto a couch cushion.]
Who the- jesus, I forgot you guys gave Michael that weird nickname. Thought you were accusing me of being a furry like Heere.
[That doesn't answer the question, though, which Rich realizes with a start.]
But nah, we're just good friends. G-Got to apologize for my bullshit while I was in the hospital, and I think he's pretty cool with hanging around me now. That's all.